Whoever said that virgins were malleable and easy was either stupid or a liar.

erotic contemporary romanceMen. If they weren’t so stupid you’d probably feel sorry for them. Then again, maybe not. Sam’s dealing with the fact that Laurel, despite being a virgin, isn’t nearly as malleable as he thought she’d be. 

In this snippet, which picks up from the Sept. 20th entry, Sam is getting a clue that his original plan for Laurel isn’t going to work. Even weirder, he doesn’t want it to…

Enjoy!

Hard Love is out now. 

Racy

She hadn’t said anything about Hardy’s response after this creep Peter mistreated her, but if the asshole was strong enough to what did she say? Sell her out? He doubted very seriously whether he’d have the sack to stick up for her after he saw the damage his friend did. Two worthless pricks, they deserved each other.

So, yeah. He was sorry she had to go through that. But it was over. Long over. She was with him now, and he wasn’t gonna share her with some bullshit ass memories that deserved to be buried deep and forgotten.

“Laurel –”

“I’m tired,” she whispered. Continue reading “Whoever said that virgins were malleable and easy was either stupid or a liar.”

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When a hero finds his heroine he doesn’t mind waiting for her to scrub off a little paint.

There’s just something appealing about a man – one you want, I mean – in hot pursuit. You know what I mean.

The men who show up with gifts. Who don’t mind waiting for your company when you’ve got things to do, and they have no problem being patient and understanding. 

Sigh.

Our hero Hugh is like that. But Charlie may find out that he’s not prepared to wait forever. Or is he?

Please enjoy this unedited snippet from my latest WIP.

Racy

She painted for the rest of the day and far into the night. Only hunger stopped her. Her belly was growling so loud, she laughed. It made noise every time she reached for a brush or one of her pots of color.

“Okay, okay.” She patted her flat stomach and fixed herself some scrambled eggs with cheese, onions and chives, and toast with her favorite apricot jam.

She was yawning by the time she washed up the dishes and decided to curl up on the couch for a nap.

Banging woke her a few hours later. At first she didn’t recognize the sound. But eventually the sleep fog receded and she realized it was the door knocker.

She peeked out expecting Una, but was shocked to see hero Hugh.

“Open up, lil’ bit. I know you’re there.” Continue reading “When a hero finds his heroine he doesn’t mind waiting for her to scrub off a little paint.”